Gale and Madge - Post Mockingjay
She always crosses my mind at the most ill-timed of moments, and I think I’m beginning to understand why. A lack of closure can’t begin to describe how I feel about her. About us. Closure is impossible to find when I know I’ll never hear her laugh again. Impossible when I’m beginning to forget the exact shade of blue of her eyes or the way her hair curls around her face. And then I remind myself that I don’t need the opportunity to say good-bye. I need her to be here. I need her to delude me into thinking that I still have something left- something worth fighting for.